Your name is Pitch.
You are a Deepfae- a normally cave-dwelling race of small plant person. Normally, anyways. You in particular live on the surface, in a small apartment complex. Under most circumstances, deepfae never come to the surface. Your skin, adapted to life in near darkness, burns too easily to make living under a sun viable.
Of course, you never had much of a choice.
But you've dwelled on that sort of thing long enough. It's your day off, and you intend on spending it well. After a quick breakfast of a bug omelette and some coffee, you're ready to [[tackle the day.->Kitchen]]
(set: $milkTalk to false)
(set: $poncho to false)
(set: $burned to false)
(set: $rootFood2 to false)Your apartment's kitchen. It's fairly small, with low counters for smaller creatures like yourself or your roommate.
(if:(history: where its name contains "Root's Breakfast")'s length < 1)[Speaking of, Root- your raccoon-kobold friend- just got up a few minutes ago, still in their pajamas, and is in the middle of preparing some [[breakfast->Root's Breakfast]] for himself.](else-if:(history: where its name contains "Root's Breakfast")'s length < 3)[Root is standing at the stove, cooking... [[something.->Root's Breakfast]]](else:)[Root is standing at the stove, committing crimes against food.]
(if:$rootFood is true)[You're holding a plate of disgusting breakfast slop.]
[[Talk to Root]]
[[Go to Living Room->Living Room]](if:visits is 1)[You can smell the aroma of bacon, maple syrup, jam... and, uh, Tuna? All coming from the same pan Root was cooking in. This is... unfortunately typical, for Root.
You decide [[to leave before you feel sick.->Kitchen]]](else-if:visits is 2)[Despite your best judgement you take another look at Root's meal-in-progress. The pleasant smells from before had started to blend together into a truly vile aroma.
[[You've seen enough.->Kitchen]]](else-if:visits >= 3)[For some reason, you're back for thirds. Root appeared to be making some kind of... blob, of congealed foods. The aromas were no longer battling it out, but in a worst-case-scenario, the smell of burnt canned tuna had won the brawl. You did your best not to gag as you retreated to the safer parts of the [[Kitchen]].](if:$milkTalk is false)["Morning, Root-" You say, as you pile your used dishes into the sink. He turns from the stove, nodding with an otherwise unreadable expression. In the months you've known him, you've come to learn Root tends to be... conservative, with his emoting. You take his deadpan stare as a cheery grin.
"Hey Pitch-" He yawned, scraping at the pan with a wooden spoon. (if:(history: where its name contains "Root's Breakfast")'s length <= 0)[You take a glimpse at whatever he's cooking, and- yikes. It's... well, Root hasn't gotten food poisoning yet, so... presumably it's edible.]
(if: $poncho is true)[He notices the poncho and gives you a funny look.
"Why are you wearing that inside?"
"Makes me feel... uh, safe."
He nods, turning back to his cooking.](else-if:$burned)[He notices the burn on your arm, furrowing his brow and turning back to you with a concerned look.
"Is your arm okay?"
You nod.
"Fine, just, did something stupid, got sun on it." You grumble. "Don't worry about it."
He nods.]
"... Hey, you have any plans, today?" He asked. You shook your head- it was your day off, sure, but usually you spent those by sitting around, doing as little as possible.
"If you have a sec, could you run out and grab some milk?" He gestured to the fridge. "Looks like we're out. I'd go myself but, meeting with Darue later, gonna be busy most of the day."
"Oh, yeah, I noticed making coffee." You reply, and you nod your head. "Sure, I can find some time to do that."(set:$milkTalk to true)
"Thanks-" He looked back to his cooking, and then back to you. "Hey, if you're still hungry, I got a little extra-"
You freeze.
"I'm- uh-"
[[> No no no no no]]
[[> ..... sssuuuuurrreeeeeeee.]]](else:)[(if:$clogged is true and $rootFood2 is false)[You set the now empty plate in the sink, grimacing at the thought of what you've done.
"How was it?" Root asks you.
"Uhhhh. Good! Good. Very... sweet??" You struggle for an answer. Root frowns.
"Really? Thought I used less syrup, this time... huh, well, glad you liked it!"
You give a stiff nod.(set:$rootFood2 to true)](else:)["What are you and Darue getting up to?" You ask.
"Tabletop planning." Root replies. "Darue's showing me the ropes of a new system... you should join us, I think you'd like it."
"Maybe..." You muttur, which is a bit of Deepfae slang that roughly translates to "No". You... aren't looking for something mentally taxing to do with your time off.]
(if: $poncho is true)[He notices the poncho and gives you a funny look.
"Why are you wearing that inside?"
"Makes me feel... uh, safe."
He nods, turning back to his cooking.](else-if:$burned)[He notices the burn on your arm, furrowing his brow and turning back to you with a concerned look.
"Is your arm okay?"
You nod.
"Fine, just, did something stupid, got sun on it." You grumble. "Don't worry about it."
He nods.]
[[Back to Kitchen->Kitchen]]]"I'm good, thanks."
Root shrugged.
"Alright, more for me."
[[Back to the Kitchen->Kitchen]]"... Uh, yeah! I'd be... happy, to... try some." Your green face gradually contorts into a grimace as you speak. Root either doesn't realize, or doesn't seem to care as he reaches for a plate.
"Nice, lemme get you a plate-"
To your horror, Root grabs a small plate and scoops some of his... slop, onto it. It makes a viscerally unpleasant splat as it hits the ceramic. You swear you can hear some sort of sizzling, and not from the heat.
He hands it to you like a cat proudly presenting it's owner with a dead rat. You take the plate in your hands, thanking him.
[[... why did you do that?->Kitchen]]
(set:$rootFood to true)The living room is pretty basic. A beat up couch, beanbag chair, bookshelf full of [[your comics]] and Root's [[alchemy textbooks]]. (if: visits < 2)[Sunlight pours in through the open window. You know the windows are UV-resistant, but you instinctually step around wherever the sun shines, like a game of 'the floor is lava'. This one being maybe a bit more literal.](else-if: $poncho is false)[You tiptoe around the patches of bright sun on the ground.](else:)[You walk confidently through the sunny room. The vile star can't hurt you like this.]
(if:$poncho is false)[Coats are hung up on a rack by the door, including your [[poncho and hat]].]
(if:$rootFood is true)[You're still holding a plate of disgusting breakfast slop.]
[[Go to Kitchen->Kitchen]]
[[Go to Bathroom->Bathroom]]
(if:$milkTalk is false)[[[Go Outside->Hang on]]](else-if:$poncho is false)[[[Go Outside->Burn]]](else:)[[[Go Outside->Outside]]]It's your childhood set of *Pirates of the Guilded Coast*. You didn't bring much when you moved here, but despite their size, these HAD to come with. The pages are worn and faded from age, and you've had to tape a few back together, but they're still with you.
If they can survive all the abuse they've gone through, you're sure as hell gonna try too.
[[Back to Living Room->Living Room]]Root's alchemy textbooks. Since he started training for an apprenticeship, you feel like there's a new one of these every day. With how thick they are, you're shocked Root finds the time to read them.
[[Back to Living Room->Living Room]]A weathered brown poncho and wide-brimmed hat you wear outside. A pair of sunglasses is tucked into the inside pocket. Good for rain, *especially* good for sun.
[[Put on]]You (if:$rootFood is true)[put the nasty plate down for a moment and ]sling the poncho over your shoulders, tuck your petals into the hat, and pop the sunglasses over your oversized eyes. The brightness of the room is reduced to a familiar, comfortable sense of darkness. You let out an involuntary sigh of relief.
(set:$poncho to true)
[[Back to Living Room->Living Room]](if:$burned is false)[
You grasp the handle and crack the door open, the smell of fresh air leaking into the otherwise stuffy apartment. The sun shines in through the opening and-
... the sun shines in, and...
... falls directly onto your arm.
(set:$burned to true)
"SHIT!-" You yell out, slamming the door and stumbling back. You look down and see a patch of darkened, lightly burnt skin on your arm, in the exact shape of the light that hit it. A painful tingling creeps its way up your limb- nothing you haven't dealt with, but annoying all the same.
You let out a groan- what a stupid mistake. No going out on a sunny day like this without some protection.](else:)[Nope, not making that mistake again. You need something to protect you from burning up, first.]
[[Back to Living Room->Living Room]]You crack the door open and step into the outside world.(if:$burned is true)[ You flinch as the sun hits you, again- thankfully, this time, you don't feel a thing besides an unsettling warmth.]
(if:$rootFood is true)[... You realize you're still holding the plate of Root's breakfast. You glance around awkwardly, before deciding to set it besides the door to the apartment. Hopefully no stray animals come and eat it. For their sake.]
You turn and look directly at the camera.
"Boy, that sure was fun, wasn't it? Unfortunately, that's the end of what Sci made tonight! Aw beans."
Suddenly Candy shows up.
"Hey nerd." She says to you. "Wanna make out?"
"And how!" You exclaim. The two of you make love like frenzied, rabid animals before you ride on Candy's back like a horse and the two of you fly off into the sunset.
GAME OVER. SCORE: 10
Hint: Make sure to get ALL of the pieces of the talisman to open the RED DOOR.You should probably say hi to your roommate before you leave for the day.
[[Back to Living Room->Living Room]]It's the bathroom!
All the essentials are here. Shower, sink, toilet. There's an exterior facing window, and you prefer showering in the dark, so you already cleaned up last night.
(if:$rootFood is true)[You're still holding Root's breakfast plate.[[ You glance over at the toilet.->Flush it]]](else-if:$clogged is true)[The toilet is clogged thanks to a certain someone.]
[[Go to Living Room->Living Room]]You tip the contents of the plate into the bowl and unceremoniously flush them down. Good riddance.
(set:$rootFood to false)
... or, so you thought. As you set the plate on the sink, you heard the telltale sound of water... *not* going down the drain. You freeze, staring at the murky water left in the bowl.
Way to go genius, you clogged the toilet.
(set:$clogged to true)
[[Oh.->Bathroom]]